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Sonnet One Point Five | McKenna Tetrick

McKenna Tetrick Sonnet One Point Five

we number our years in revolutions. the count of every time we flip the world on its head. the sum of lashes hazing your eyes. every kiss hidden in closets, away from saints and into the twilight. each time i have named you mine without care of what i may lose. the total of hands held in fear of what may—will—be to come. we have flipped our world over, hollowed out the pangs of our upbringings, carved a place where i may number the freckles on your skin. it is there i will count my blessings. we have lived a thousand revolutions, though the sun may speak of little more than one.

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I wrote this loose sonnet on my one-and-a-half-year anniversary with my partner. I liked playing with the idea of “revolutions” and the many meanings that word can have. As we were both closeted at the time, it felt like every act of love was a revolution in itself, though our love had only revolved around the sun once.

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